a green parachute soldier
infinitely suspended in air
a a green room
with hearts falling from the ceiling
spiraling down to the bed
I lay my head
in paper stuffed pillows
of where I will go
the left
lights beam off
a cheap vase
that doesnt have a place
just yet
but someday could mean the world
a map to my right
I really do hate
that purple sari
because
im sorry
but it makes no sense
and its exactly the shade I hate most
its funny
how you say purple is like a void
because now when I look at it
Im void
of all my senses
that seem to disappear
when I think of you
and how I cant understand
why you do what you do?
never saw it through
or maybe you did
and I just
couldnt keep up
Not used to the turning over
that, for you is
expected
but I never expected
being rejected
waiting suspended
like the green soldier with his
parachute hanging over
the edge of my mirror